Chen Xiaobei sat on the ground, nostrils facing the sky, looking as if he had suffered some great grievance.
Liu Can almost spat blood from anger, urging him,
"Chen Xiaobei, that's enough. Everyone's watching you now. You're supposed to be a skilled fighter, could you at least show some dignity?"
"How am I not showing dignity?"
Chen Xiaobei snorted coldly and said, "You're the one who insisted on cuffing me, and now you want to release me. Do you think I'm a child? Why should I let you mess with me?"
"Anyway, if you don't give me an explanation today, I'm not leaving. Let Ye Shanhe wait over there."
With that, Chen Xiaobei simply lay down on the ground with his hands behind his head, looking extremely relaxed.
For a moment, the scene completely froze.
As the time for the duel drew nearer, the Messenger could no longer wait, and he said in a low voice,
"Chen Xiaobei, tell me, what will it take for you to come with me?"
"Let me think——"
